With hard black eyes you tell the men about your involvement with Jabhat Al Nusra and then with the Syrian Electronic Army and that, comparatively, these men are just a gang of children. You point at them when you say it. You're surprised you can be so physically aggressive after you have been so passive for so long. You tell them that Al Nusra is an organized army of heartless killers and that the jihadists will torture them to death, that they will put thousands of cigarettes out on their bodies until they are only smoldering black ash. You don't know where these words are coming from but they seem to come so easily that it scares you. The leader, however, says he already knows all about Al Nusra, but he also knows that they aren't here with you right now. He sticks the barrel of his Kalashnikov into your cheek and says that they are the Badr Martyrs Brigade and that you and Jalal now fight for them.